Tis Hard To Be Wretched, But Worse

Hee That Wipes The Childs Nose, Kisseth The Mothers Cheeke.

Take Heede Of Still Waters, The Quick Passe Away.

Of A Little Thing A Little Displeaseth.

He That Lives Well Sees A Farre Off.

A City That Parlies Is Half Gotten. [a City That Parleys Is Half Gotten.]